I call, I sleep

It must be memorable to you    

i call, i sleep

but I cant remember a thing
because soon after I called
I fell into the depth of sleep
and you heard the hissing sound

of a cobra swelling
of an eagle soaring high
of beautiful fish swimming slow
of a man sleeping...................

But I remember why the urge to call,
I woke up early that morning
then there was that urge to call
to hear just your sweet voice
and you waited for 15 minutes.
and the man still sleeping.

urghh....





dienn............................
next: ummi, the mother

Mind and Soul

I don't really know where it comes from,

as I click keyboards and pour out thoughts,

There were days when I captured colours,

as in beautiful paintings but translated in pure writings,

I never test and gauge my proses and poems

on a scale known by most literary circles

because my writings are all short and sketchy

but as far as I am concerned, I put all down

Most of my writings are instantaneous

whatever first appear within a click of time

I will focus on central issue, and start writing

as I continue, I ensure it stays in tune.

At times, I read the older posts of my own blog,

to understand what's going through my mind,

and as much as I value others judging me,

I do learn on personal pursuit to understand myself.

Sometimes I am laughing at my own writing skills

as I read the mind of a man locked in a child

through the journey of life, within the periphery of sanity

also as I am trying to hold and brace myself, 

There are writings in here, that I thought are superb

at least on my own understanding of scale and appropriateness

and as I read, I can sense the changes in me

of  cyclic nature of happiness and sadness.

Whatever I wrote here

came from mind and soul

some are funny, some are serious

as I continuously add pages to my own diary

a very personal one.
mostly delicate......
iterating the essence of both
mine and hers.
separate and combined.

 dienn.............................

The other day

I was writing about Mdm I and Mr Z the other day
and was sure of their early commitments
in settling down
and the deviation that comes along much later

When the younger one was really very young
and he couldn't construct sentence of five words yet.

Now the younger one is a lot bigger
and one thing I observe,
he is cool as ever.

And for whatever that gets in
and remodel his thinking and perceptions
that I wouldn't know for sure.

But wait a while
when they, both of them mature
they will definitely appreciate
what is life all about.

And I do sense the transformation
that Madam I or H had gone through.
Its a process some would identify as "reborn"



.... dienn